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What’s your favorite gameshow?

Friday, November 21st, 2008

For me, this is an easy question.  I am a Jeopardy fan especially when it is teen week (which is about the only time I know a good number of answers).  For me, I choose Jeopardy for several reason.  First, it makes you use your brain.  On that show, being smart is a good thing.  You don’t see people having to do stupid stunts to be able to make money.  I also have a family connection to it.  As a kid, we actually played this as a family.  My mom would keep score, and we would see who did the best every day.  It’s those kinds of memories that make me love the show even more.  My kids are too little to watch Jeopardy, but I hope when they get older that I can play against them too.

Now, I am a Press Your Luck fan too.  Who can resist the Whammy guys?

What’s your favorite game show and why?

Good week, good times, New York Times

Monday, November 17th, 2008

Last week was a pretty good week.  My week started off with an email from a New York Times reporter wanted to interview regarding a post I wrote about Amazon’s frustration free packaging.  Once I picked myself up off the floor, I emailed him back and told him it was okay to call.  I had a great conversation with their technology reporter, and I went on my merry way.  Seriously, my  heart was beating about 400 miles an hour while this was going on.  I asked for him to let me know when it gets printed, and I thought that was the end of it.

On Thursday, I was super surprised to get a call from the New York Times again!  This time they wanted to send a photographer to my house to get pictures of me and my kids!  I ended up with 2 hours to get me and the kids ready and clean the house.  It went well, I think, and I hope to find out soon when the article will get printed.

I feel incredibly blessed right now even though my mom is teasing about when Oprah is going to be calling.  :)

867-5309

Monday, November 10th, 2008

Last week, Will decided to pick up the phone, dial, and then try to talk into the phone.  Instead of stopping him, of course, I went and ran and got the camera.  I ended up calling my mom, so the poor boy would have somebody to talk to.  Of course, we can’t understand a word he says, but he talked to my mom for about fifteen minute.  It was super cute.  I figure if he is trying to make phone calls at one, it won’t be long before he does some unlocked cell phones tricks!  The best part — instead of holding the phone with his hand to his ear, he kept trying to hold it with his shoulder.  Of course, that didn’t last long and he’d go “oh oh” every time it fell.  Needless to say, if you call my house and hear gibberish, Will probably picked up the phone.

It seems like fate

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

As I wrote in my other post, my cousin recently died.  My cousin was beautician and had been doing my mother’s hair for the last 33 years.  She really needed a perm, however, she was waiting for my cousin to get better.  Obviously, that did not happen.  My mom made an appointment at the same place that I had my hair done at for my wedding.  We had great service at that time, and she remembered that it seem like an older person place.  They put her with a wonderful woman named Michelle.

You know how you get to talking to the beautician doing your hair?  Well, my mom and Michelle started talking.  They talked about how they both grew up on farms — her in DePere, my mom in Suring (now Suring is an hour north of Green Bay and has about 500 people living there).  When my mom said Suring, Michelle was like I know somebody from there.  My mom was like “Oh really!  Who?”  Michelle said “Well her mom’s name started with a B.  I think it was Beulah.”  Well, Beulah was my aunt.  She died several years ago of ovarian cancer.  The person she knew was my cousin Carmen.  Carmen died 12 years ago.  She was 6 months pregnant and in the hospital for kidney infection.  She had a brain anerism and died instantly.  She was a first grade teacher at the time.  Honestly, it was the sadest funeral I have ever went too.  Not only was my family shook up, there were all these little kids there who understood to varying degrees what was going on.  Well, Michelle’s daughter had Carmen as a teacher.  The school put a memorial bench in Carmen’s honor.  Michelle was the one who collected the money to get that done.

Now, Green Bay isn’t a small town, so for my mom to run into this lady is just well odd.  I am glad she met her.  It was like it was meant to be.  When she was telling this story, I felt like I should be sitting in some home theater seating and eating popcorn, because this whole situation feels like it came out a movie.

Ever have something like this happen to you?

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